The 'Green Lotus in Falling Clothes' blooms in layers, how beautiful and spectacular it is, but it is actually the most delicate flower of death.

The golden swordsman's eyes were full of despair. Even though he immediately noticed something was wrong when the enemy unfolded the scroll, there was no way to stop him.

When the 'Luoyi Qinglian' blooms, the buds will form a layer of protection to protect the magic caster. That is the defense of the sixth-order emperor level. The strongest among them is only the fifth-order king level. What can they do with it?

To prevent the other party from casting magic?

The attacks directed at Fang Long were all easily blocked by Hua Bao.

Sadly, they can't even escape.

After the attack of 'Luoyi Qinglian' was launched, although the lotus leaves bloomed layer by layer, it seemed very slow, but in fact it happened in an instant. The reason why there was a feeling of slowness was just because the fire elements were constantly superimposed.

Forming a shocking visual conflict.

In an instant, none of the twenty of them had the means to escape from the spellcasting range of 'Luoyi Qinglian'.

This must be the capital of that mysterious organization. Against twenty of them, you can throw a sixth-level magic scroll.

They are so wealthy that it's no wonder that all the 300 strongholds of Hei Ling were easily destroyed by others.

No matter how awesome an organization is, it can't afford the other party to be so wealthy.

The Lotus of Flame bloomed completely, gently taking away the lives of the elites of the Black Spirit Organization.

With one fallen Qinglian, the twenty elite teams organized by Black Spirit were basically wiped out.

Even the wind magician flying in the air did not escape this disaster.

The temperature above the flame may not be as good as the inside of the flame, but the flames of Luoyi Qinglian are enough to evaporate a magician who is not protected by a magic shield into a mummy in an instant - the shield of the wind mage flying at home,

The moment 'Luoyi Qinglian' bloomed, it burst like a bubble.

Even the experienced captain, Captain Golden Swordsman, was turned into a pile of metal blocks under the 'Luoyi Qinglian'. This was the result of his armor being melted. His people had long been reduced to ashes by the flames.

Together with the precious armor on his body, it melted into this pile of metal.

Most of the magic swordsmen were eventually melted into a lump of metal. The moment a few magicians lost their shields, they were turned into fly ash. Their defensive magic shield equipment and various magic items were all destroyed.

"Luoyi Qinglian" was blasted into garbage and can no longer be used.

This is also what makes Fang Long heartbroken. These are all money. They are all third-level, fourth-level or even fifth-level magic items. It really hurts my heart.

Finally, after the baptism of fire, only two fifth-level king-level experts were left among the twenty elites.

No one at the fourth-level gold level can survive. Even if they have special means, they can't do anything with magic that is two levels lower than the sixth-level magic.

Among the two surviving kings, one is a fifth-level fire magician. Because he is a fire magician, he has a bonus to fire defense. So fortunately, relying on his own fire resistance attribute, he can survive in these six levels.

Survived the emperor-level magic.

The other one is also a fire element king-level powerhouse, a demon archer. As a fire element demon crossbowman, his fire resistance attribute is only stronger than that of a magician. He has several precious magic shields on his body, and

Coupled with the magic shield that exploded in an instant, and the leather armor of a fire-type monster on his body, it was this leather armor that made him lucky to survive.

The two fire king-level warriors had very ugly expressions on their faces. They stared fiercely at the center of the original team, where the enemy suddenly descended.

"Cannon gun!" Fang Long's voice sounded softly, and his eyes were locked on the fire-type king-level demon archer. He only needed to leave one enemy behind, and the demon archer was not as easy to control as the magician. So,

It's better to kill him.

In this attack, Fang Long used one-third of his body's energy.

Such energy would have no effect at all against a king-level demon archer in perfect condition.

But now the demon archer has just experienced the baptism of sixth-level emperor-level magic, and he has used all his methods to save his life. He has no defense means anymore. What can he use to resist this 'cannonball'?

A beam of light flashed on Fang Long's soul gun. It was the fusion of white-silver purple-patterned battle energy and white-silver fire-patterned magic power. The speed of the gun can be said to be the fastest attack speed secret technique that Fang Long can master now.

Excluding the previous process of accumulating power, the speed of the gun is close to the speed of light.

In addition, after Fang Long was promoted to Silver level, the power of the cannons was even more enhanced.

boom!

The light shines.

The demon archer who was originally staring at Fang Long fiercely saw a thick two-color light beam. The strong light almost hurt his eyes.

"Bastard!" the demon archer roared, knowing that the other party was attacking him.

He raised the bow and arrow in his hand in an instant, and tried his best to shoot the strongest arrow he could shoot now, but it was also the last arrow in his life.

When his fire magic arrow hit the two-color light pillar, it was like an ant hitting an elephant, blocking the car with its arms. It was instantly smashed into pieces by the two-color light pillar. The thick light pillar was not blocked at all for even half a second, and fiercely hit the demon archer's head.

Go up and blast his entire upper body into ashes.

Only his lower body was left, smoking black smoke and smelling of burnt meat as he collapsed to the ground.

"Next, you will be the last survivor." Fang Long blew on the smoking soul gun and looked at the magician maliciously.

This king-level fire mage clenched his staff with both hands. The magic power in his body was greatly consumed, but he had not yet lost his ability to fight.

"The first move is a sixth-level emperor-level magic... You are really powerful. No wonder you can destroy 300 branches of our Black Spirit Organization in one go. Perhaps in your eyes, our Black Spirit Organization is just something that can be crushed to death easily.

Let's make a small organization." The fire magician said in a deep voice, with great sadness in his tone.

"I didn't say that." Fang Long's eyes darkened - he heard a lot of interesting things from the other party's words. Someone is actually targeting the Black Spirit organization? And the other party is so powerful that he can kill Black Spirit in one breath.

The organization destroyed 300 branches.

And the king-level magician in front of him regarded Fang Long as a member of that mysterious organization.

"I don't deny the excellence of your intelligence. You even got the intelligence on our secret march to Matt Town. Our Black Spirit Organization is completely incomparable to you. In terms of intelligence capabilities, we are like blind men in front of you. But

But you can clearly control everything about us...

...But." The king-level magician waved his staff high, and the powerful fire magic elements condensed around him. He shouted in an almost roaring voice: "Now that you have lost that sixth-level magic scroll, what are you going to do with it?

Me? A king-level magician. A much stronger magician than you!"

The moment Fang Long activated the magic scroll before, he sensed Fang Long's cultivation level. He was a silver-level fire mage. Although he didn't know what strange move he used to kill his companions in the end. But that kind of

The move must be a secret skill, and when the opponent activated the secret skill, the strength displayed did not exceed the silver level.

Even though I am currently consuming a lot of magic power, I still can't deal with a silver-level magician!

Although all twenty of his elite team were wiped out by the opponent's magic scroll this time, as long as he caught the guy in front of him, he might be able to get information about the mysterious organization from his mouth.

This guy must be captured alive!

The eyes of the king-level mage burst into a fascinating light!

"King Contract! Lake of Fire!" The king-level fire mage roared, and the golden flame staff in his hand surged. The top of the two-handed staff, which was originally a person's height, seemed to be burned, quickly shortened, and turned into a short arm-length staff.

stick.

The top of the staff turned into a small lake of flames, surrounding the king-level mage.

This burning lake is twenty to thirty meters wide!

The magician stands in the lake of flames, just like the temple of flames, and is majestic and majestic.

This is the king's contract of this king-level mage. His king's contract is considered to be one of the strongest and slowest among fire magicians. He has always been very confident about his king's contract.

"Is this the king's contract for a magician... No wonder it is said that once a magician reaches the king level, his strength will change dramatically." Fang Long said softly. This lake of flames can not only hurt the enemy, but also

Continuously creating fire magic for this fire magician can even increase the power of fire magic.

The moment the flame lake appeared, the strength of this king-level magician suddenly increased tenfold.

"Now, you regret coming here to deal with us alone." The king-level mage floated above the Flame Lake, looking down at Fang Long from a high position.

However, Fang Long's next move immediately scared him to the point of peeing.

Fang Long slowly but firmly took out a magic scroll from his arms, then another, and then another...

These magic scrolls are all filled with powerful magic fluctuations.
Chapter completed!